Grief is elusive
like steam from tea
like a passing thought
of days gone by

Grief consumes me
intoxicates me

But only for a moment

Welling eyes and hot face

It's pain that doesn't hurt
like bad words
like a backfiring tailpipe

The pain consumes me
and twists me
It pours me on the floor
and pokes needles in my spine

Then it's gone
like hunger
like laughter